Prose in the name of spring

February, the end of winter, the breath is cold and warm. Snow melts slowly in the midday sun, which is a quiet understanding in the depths of time.

Ling called and asked me if I wanted to go and see my old classmate W. If there is, I will take a detour to pick me up. She knows I'm in my hometown. I said, go, definitely go.

A group of seven people and three cars drove to Chunfeng W's village. All the students who went together were junior high school students of grade 87. Although their faces are getting older, their friendship is growing day by day. We haven't been together long. Although we haven't contacted each other for more than 20 years, we are no strangers to each other. After all, junior high school has been together for three years. Even though it is still winter, the wind in early spring has turned the old days into spring.

It was also at the party that I heard about W, only to know that he had been in a car accident for more than ten years. I still remember that W was a shy and clean boy who didn't talk much, leaving the impression that he was honest and sunny. After graduation, many people lost contact. When I was a substitute teacher, the school was in the neighboring village W. He once came to the school to find me. The shy little boy has grown into a handsome young man. I know from the conversation that he has a fairly stable job. Later, when he came to me again, he took his girlfriend with him. That is an unforgettable girl, beautiful and exquisite, and a perfect match with W, like golden couple in fairy tales.

Like fairy tales, they also entered the marriage hall. I sincerely wish them happiness, believing that happiness is the best ending.

Later, when I left body double Mountain Village and returned to the small town, the news about W became less and less. I think they will be happy to be old, because I see love in their eyes.

Time is like water, water is like smoke, and many predestinations have already become familiar strangers through a wisp of smoke. An unexpected car accident took away all the happiness of W. He lost his healthy body and normal consciousness. His youth just started, but he was forced to take a curtain call. I don't know whether he is more miserable physically or mentally. In other words, without normal thinking, the pain will not be so overwhelming. His wife couldn't bear the sudden change, so she let go, ended her marriage, took away her babbling son and paid compensation. In a blink of an eye, W had nothing.

Love is like a flower, which can't stand the wind and rain. Such as w, one has withered; A young man, like his wife. Although I have loved, my body is cold, my heart is cold, and love is cold.

When the car approached W's village, I was still immersed in deep memories. In my memory, W is still the handsome and sunny young man. Looking forward to meeting again, but afraid to meet again. In a blink of an eye, youth has passed and time is old. However, I can't see it.

I think people like memories because the people and things left in memories are beautiful. Although I haven't seen it for many years, my memory is fixed and permanent. Everything changes when people reach middle age. What will happen to the young man who burned his eyebrows in China and experienced an unfortunate car accident? I'm afraid time has carved him beyond recognition. After all, we are all the most ordinary people. In the face of sudden changes, we will be fragile, helpless, hesitant, disappointed and even desperate.

W's village goes all the way up, and the car can't get on any more. Shall we get off and walk or go uphill? W's home is coming, and many people are watching us from a distance. Before a brisk walk, I finally met W. Everyone greeted each other and tried to hide their inner love and tears in their eyes. W is not as handsome as before. Walking in the crowd, I don't think anyone will recognize him. He is old, dressed in ordinary clothes, and his expression is simple and stiff, but he always smiles. He can't name each of us, but fortunately, he remembers me and even praises me for my beauty. I pretended to bow my head and brush off the snow on my shoes, quietly wiping away the tears from my eyes.

We came to see W with money and things donated by our classmates. Hearing his unfortunate experience at the party, everyone lamented that the world was cold and the fate was ruthless. I heard that he lived alone with his parents, had no ability to work, and forgot many people and things. Then everyone decided to do something for W, so many students began to donate spontaneously, so we came to see W with the love and blessings of many people.

As we came in a hurry and didn't have time to list the donors in detail, W and I asked for paper and pens to write down the names and money of the students who donated. This donation, ranging from 2000 yuan to 100 yuan, is a gift. We are classmates, doomed to a lifetime of friendship. I think he will feel the temperature when he touches these names for a long time to come.

We don't have time to chat with W. When we were young, we were wrapped in gray tile houses and cracked old walls. Maybe we should remember with him to make his memory less vague, but I don't know if this is more cruel to him. Sometimes, forgetting can be a relief. Let those who used to be beautiful, desolate and quiet, distant and warm, perhaps, better. Let's not fantasize about relying on the past to keep warm, but go straight ahead.

One of W's elders is a retired primary school principal and my primary school teacher. He told me that W is really alive now. Just after a car accident, life is worse than death, and parents grow old overnight. Since then, W, like a newborn, has been taken care of by his elderly parents for more than ten years.

Ten years, ten years of living alone with parents, I don't know how W got through it, but I can imagine how his parents got through it. In this world, the only people who are willing to give everything for you and have no regrets may only be your parents who gave birth to you and raised you. At that moment, I was in awe of W's parents. I can't see sadness, bitterness or sadness in their faces. Their smiles are warm and kind.

W's parents are kind and honest people. They are very happy and excited about our arrival and are busy letting us in. We walked a short mountain road again and arrived at W's home. A ray of sunshine leaked out from the crack of the cleaning tile on the roof, and the light shone through the old wall in the simple and clean hut. There is a table of dishes in the room. It's almost noon. W's parents must have prepared a rich lunch.

At noon, W's parents took our hands and said they would stay for dinner. We said to stay for dinner next time and come back when the spring is blooming.

When he left, the old man insisted on giving each of us a bag of dried sweet potatoes. Dried sweet potatoes have been packed in food bags. They must have been ready long ago. The dried sweet potatoes in the small village are very famous, and they can be sold for ten yuan a catty in the market. It seems that the dried sweet potatoes in each food bag are not less than 5 kg, which is undoubtedly the main economic income for families without major labor force.

We won't accept it. W is anxious, speaks incoherently and has red eyes. I know it's hard to say no. For him and his family, the dried sweet potato given to us is a kind of gratitude and a gift.

We accepted, each carrying a bag of dried sweet potatoes to say goodbye to them, and everyone's eyes were reluctant to part.

Take a picture. I propose. So everyone stood in a row on the balcony of the yard, and the sun set on everyone. I tilted my head slightly, just in time to see W's face, which was folded into a flower in the sun. At that moment, I seemed to find the handsome eyebrow of that year. Facing the camera, I also slightly raised my mouth.

I got on the bus and the car drove slowly forward. In the rearview mirror, I saw W in a cotton-padded jacket and trousers waving at us hard. His simple face is getting farther and farther away from us, but it is engraved in everyone's time. From then on, many of us will care more about him.

I sent the photos to my classmates, and everyone cried again. They all said, if we have time, let's go to see W.

For W's wife, the students have different views, and some complain-husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes; Some people lament that she is a weak young woman after all. Although her choice is ruthless, it is also human nature. Man's life is long and full of variables. After all, everyone wants a good life, and his wife has not abandoned her children.

On that day, W's figure lingered in my mind, so I sent a message in the space to record the trip.

I think I still can't get over W, so I wrote this mood.

Anthony wong left a message saying: from another angle, life is a state, depending on how you adapt. You have lost some memories and some desires. It is also a relief to start all over again and live an unpretentious life. This time, Anthony wong is with us.

I was a little noncommittal, so I replied to him: what Anthony wong said seems to be a blessing in disguise? For W, life without desire is hopeless, but it is a fatal blow to relatives. After all, no one simply lives for himself.

Anthony wong replied: it is more important to be satisfied with your loved ones. What is more important than being alive?

At that moment, it suddenly dawned on me: Yes, what is more important than being alive? For W, his life is doomed to be incomplete from the moment of the car accident, but he is still alive, which is the greatest luck; For his parents and relatives, it is enough to see him alive, get along with him day and night, and see his every move, even if he has to take care of him until he dies.

So I finally understand why there is no decadence and complaint on W's parents' faces, and there is nothing happier than being together! W and his parents, for misfortune, choose to accept, choose to bear, also choose to face, choose to give each other strength.

In the name of spring, it breeds a sunny day linked by blood, for family and friendship. So, no regrets.

There is no end to youth. Hello, old classmate. May friendship last forever, peace and happiness, and good dreams.

When you think like this, your eyes are clear